Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Fear,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.